Lost Mother, A - Part 28
To be made wholly one
With all the world in fellowship of grief
May count for something. Human joy is brief,
And sorrow stalks between us and the sun.
I told my story of pain to one I met;
He gentler seemed, to grief more reconciled
He said: " A grey-haired mother you regret;
I sorrow for a child. "
With all the world in fellowship of grief
May count for something. Human joy is brief,
And sorrow stalks between us and the sun.
I told my story of pain to one I met;
He gentler seemed, to grief more reconciled
He said: " A grey-haired mother you regret;
I sorrow for a child. "
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